Vira couldn't have said if it was luck or not; she just knew that she approached things in life with a certain level of precision and planning as opposed to spontaneity. Perhaps it had something more to do with her approach to the target with the bow than anything else. Or, it really was just pure luck. Nobody honestly anticipated the young woman to participate in any kind of bowmanship; even Vira acknowledged her disability and likeliness to be slim at best.
And yet, the proof was in the target across the range. The explanation came second. The young woman brought the bow back up, just touching the string with her draw hand as she examined the bow-arm for the persistant problem she was showing. Even dry-shot without draw as it was now, Vira could see what he spoke of as she replied, her elbow tilting out with her words. "Probably because I tended to request more Bendi in the aeries. I was offered an apprenticeship with Avora Meera before the accident with the fledgling, but I wasn't able to get back to her in time." Meera was one of the ranking members of those specializing in falconry around Wind Reach. She looked more for attention to detail and avian prowess when watching Yasi. Only a handful had stood out to her during Vira's Yasi years, and the now Chiet had been one of them.
"I like shooting, Kovac. Don't get me wrong, but it was the birds that drew my attention more than anything. I figured if I couldn't impress one of the Eagles enough, I would definitely join Meera as a falconer. She said she saw something in me that was missing in the others she had observed. I never did figure out what; I'm not really that imaginative all the time, though I'm trying to be more so now that there are hatchlings coming." Vira lowered the bow again and took up another arrow. Her thumb traced the smooth shaft and the index finger of the hand holding the bow straightened a feather in the fletching.
This was then nocked smoothly, Vira looking to the target across the range once more. "I've just had different priorities than some, here." Checking the nock, she raised and drew. This time took a little more effort than before as muscles unused to the strain of the bow began to be affected. It was seen in the tightness of her shoulders as string was drawn to cheek, the firm set of her jaw as she held it a breath longer, sighting down the arrow to the target in that off-kilter way.
"The bird is better than the bow, to me." Her lips barely moving before she loosed it once again. The arrow shot past the shaft of the bow, wobbling as it went. The concentration on her face as it all happened said it all even as the arrowehead thwocked into the targets white inner ring, this time a few ticks to the left. The red-head pursed her lips in disapproval this time, releasing her breath and lowering the bow in that measured way. "Movement on the left; I flinched." An arrow in the left-target having struck a second or so before hers had, causing the brief distraction that made her waver.
And yet, the proof was in the target across the range. The explanation came second. The young woman brought the bow back up, just touching the string with her draw hand as she examined the bow-arm for the persistant problem she was showing. Even dry-shot without draw as it was now, Vira could see what he spoke of as she replied, her elbow tilting out with her words. "Probably because I tended to request more Bendi in the aeries. I was offered an apprenticeship with Avora Meera before the accident with the fledgling, but I wasn't able to get back to her in time." Meera was one of the ranking members of those specializing in falconry around Wind Reach. She looked more for attention to detail and avian prowess when watching Yasi. Only a handful had stood out to her during Vira's Yasi years, and the now Chiet had been one of them.
"I like shooting, Kovac. Don't get me wrong, but it was the birds that drew my attention more than anything. I figured if I couldn't impress one of the Eagles enough, I would definitely join Meera as a falconer. She said she saw something in me that was missing in the others she had observed. I never did figure out what; I'm not really that imaginative all the time, though I'm trying to be more so now that there are hatchlings coming." Vira lowered the bow again and took up another arrow. Her thumb traced the smooth shaft and the index finger of the hand holding the bow straightened a feather in the fletching.
This was then nocked smoothly, Vira looking to the target across the range once more. "I've just had different priorities than some, here." Checking the nock, she raised and drew. This time took a little more effort than before as muscles unused to the strain of the bow began to be affected. It was seen in the tightness of her shoulders as string was drawn to cheek, the firm set of her jaw as she held it a breath longer, sighting down the arrow to the target in that off-kilter way.
"The bird is better than the bow, to me." Her lips barely moving before she loosed it once again. The arrow shot past the shaft of the bow, wobbling as it went. The concentration on her face as it all happened said it all even as the arrowehead thwocked into the targets white inner ring, this time a few ticks to the left. The red-head pursed her lips in disapproval this time, releasing her breath and lowering the bow in that measured way. "Movement on the left; I flinched." An arrow in the left-target having struck a second or so before hers had, causing the brief distraction that made her waver.
